“Something’s Wrong? …It Must Be My Hips, It’s Always My Hips…!”

Post hip replacements, post ALL meds, what feels like and what I was hoping was a ‘cleaner’ way of living. A break for my body from all those horrible drugs.  Goodbye side-effects, farewell to blaming every pang of pain, every ache, every weird symptom on either my hips, or the drugs because of my hips. After years Read More

“It’s okay, I was in the T.A.”

As part of my post-hip-replacement rehabilitation, I have been building up my walking distance.  Which works perfectly in line with my plans to climb Mount Snowdon next year.  Coming from Wales and having never been up Snowdon (not even on it’ s mountain train!), has always been something of an embarrassment for me. However, years of dealing Read More

They Tried To Make Me Go To Rehab

Boy, having a life dogged by pesky Hip Dysplasia really does have its shortcomings… one being devoting a lot of your time as an in-patient. Now nobody is fond of spending what feels like confinement under guard. (Okay, possibly a smidgen of an over-reaction there, I know – but seriously, they lock you in! I Read More

A Day At The Races – Part 4 – The Final Chapter

Then came the dreaded jaunt back to the B&B. I knew it would be a long one, but I had no idea. After sitting in the chilly night-time air for hours, now suitably cold-to-the-bone, we then had to queue for the return shuttle bus and because of how long it took for me to get Read More

A Day At The Races – Part 3

Now, I’m not condoning this, neither would I recommend it, but alcohol is one of those things that really helps me with the pain (recalling one New Year’s Eve Party, where I was so numb from the waist down, that I couldn’t even feel the smarting during a floor-seated performance of ‘Oops Upside Your Head’. Read More

A Day At The Races – Part 2

So after all that hard work of getting to York, scaling the B&B to set up camp, donning my fancy wears… we still had to get ourselves to the Racecourse itself. It was about 3 miles from the B&B. Now, do you think either Himself or I had even considered how we were going to Read More

A Day At The Races – Part 1

So you know what that means… I had to buy a hat! (I’m THIS happy! …if I could jump that way anyway! Oh well, I can on the internet! ) So I was all geared up and ready to go (being a ‘Hippy’ requires organisation to the highest degree; for example, ensuring you have all Read More